Its difficult to write but has to be done. Its been a week now and the pain is still very much real. For the last month our beloved dog Ginger had been in and out of the vets, being tested and receiving all sorts of care. All seemed bad but somewhat treatable until we received the worst phone call. The vet rang to inform us they instead of the treatable immune disorder they had thought Ginger was suffering from, it was in fact Lymphoma.
We had 'options' including horrible and intense Chemo or to put her to sleep and end the pain. Realistically this was the only option that was fair to her. Waking up that morning to make your breakfast only to realize this was my last hour on earth with you was a feeling I never want to replicate. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, holding you as you went under never to come back broke me. You looked so peaceful. You were my best friend, my rock, my everything. The only thing that could make this pain easier right now is you, and that's why this is so hard. You will never be forgotten my Wiggles.
If you have a dog, for a love of god give them a cuddle because Christ knows I want to give her one more than anything.
